Seattle.
It's pretty much been grey here for the last week. To break away from the never-ending job hunt and that bitch receptionist at city hall, I went down to Seattle with Scott to see Showbread. This band is I guess what you would call metal-punk? I don't know, I'm not really into the scene, but the show was really great despite. The lead singer was skinnier than me and wore more makeup than all of the girls in the room combined. Oh, they all wore booty-shorts. Like, 6 full grown men wearing booty shorts, pretending to kill a dinosaur, and to top it off, one of them played the key-tar.
Seattle itself was heinous. There was just no charm in the city. It was all, "Hey, I have an inferiority complex which is helped only by my huge space dick!"
Oh, Seattle? You're dick's a needle.
'Heck' -That's a womderful comment on the American drug problem, huh? So apt.
Seattle itself was heinous. There was just no charm in the city. It was all, "Hey, I have an inferiority complex which is helped only by my huge space dick!"
Oh, Seattle? You're dick's a needle.
'Heck' -That's a womderful comment on the American drug problem, huh? So apt.